Many rivers to cross but I can't seem to find my way over. Wandering, I am lost as I travel along the white cliffs of Dover. Many rivers to cross and it's only my will that keeps me alive. I've been licked, washed up for years, and I merely survive because of my pride.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 124 | 2015-09-09 09:08:17 | 58.49 | 96% |
| 95 | 2015-09-08 08:38:13 | 57.67 | 96% |